They tried to make it work on the road, but a baby on tour is just not possible, so eventually my dad made the decision to leave the band. They moved back to the England, to Manchester where my dad is from and got married.
For the first two years of my life we all lived with my Gran and Granddad at their house, until mum and dad could afford their own house.
And that was when I moved next door to Jake.
Sometimes I feel like I ruined my dad’s chances of hitting the big time, and took away my mum’s chance of a career. Neither of them have ever made me feel that way, not once, and I know they would be angry if I even think it. But mostly I feel that way about my dad. I just know how much he loves music and how hard it must have been for him to give it up.
I sweep some mascara over my lashes, dust on my gold eye-shadow, it goes best with my brown eyes, and put some pale pink gloss onto my lips. Then I decide on my black maxi dress. I slip my feet into my silver kitten heels, and pick up my chainmail handbag, putting my money and lip gloss in it.
I give myself one last look in the mirror. Not bad, Tru. Not perfect, but not bad.
I meet Simone out in the hall.
“You look gorgeous,” I say. She’s wearing a short, light blue puff ball dress.
She wiggles her hips. “Right back at ya, sexy.”
“And you call me a dork.” I shake my head, laughing at her. “You got your keys?”
She dangles them in the air.
“Right lets go then.”
Simone locks up and we walk out into the night air, heading for our local haunt, and most awesome cocktail bar, Mandarin’s.
It’s surprisingly packed for a Thursday night. We get a pitcher of margarita’s and grab a free table.
I pour drinks into both our glasses.
Lifting mine, I say, “To my gorgeous and very smart friend, may you run the company one day.”
Giggling, she chinks my glass.
I take a sip of my margarita. The alcohol runs down my throat, just the soother I needed.
“So how are things at the magazine?” Simone asks.
I snort out a laugh.
Okay, here goes …
“I’m um … interviewing Jake Wethers tomorrow.”
Her mouth opens in surprise, forming an ‘O’.
“Yep. Exactly.” I nod.
Then she screams, attracting us quite a few stares.
“Sorry,” she says embarrassed.
I’m already laughing at her.
“Okay,” she says calming down, fanning her face, “Any particular reason you’re only just telling me this now?”
“Your promotion. We’re celebrating that tonight. I didn’t want talk of Jake overrunning it.”
“Um…” She gives me a stupid look. “I’d rather be overrun by Jake Wethers than my promotion any day.” She flashes her eyes at me.
I roll mine.
“So how did the interview come about? I’m guessing you didn’t set it up.”
“Vicky did.”
“How in the hell did she manage to land an interview with Jake? Did she use your name to get it?”
Her words flitter through my mind.
I shake my head. “She wouldn’t tell me how, but no, I don’t think so. Using my name wouldn’t have gotten her an interview with Jake anyway.”
Simone pulls the face she always pulls whenever the subject of Jake comes up and I imply he has no care for me nowadays.
Not that I talk about him regularly or anything.
“I bet he’s gonna be so made up to see you. Does he know it’ll be you doing the interview?”
Does he?
“I’m not sure,” I shrug. “His people will have my name, but I highly doubt he’ll be bothered about who’s interviewing him … and he won’t be made up, Simone, we haven’t seen each other for twelve years. He’ll have forgotten all about me.”
“Yeah, sure he will,” she says taking another drink of her cocktail. “Because you always forget your first love.”
“I wasn’t his first love!” I exclaim.
“You were the beautiful girl next door,” she shrugs. “Of course you were his first love.”
I shake my head, despairingly at her.
“Come on,” she says, smiling, topping my drink up, then her own. “Looks like we’re celebrating two things tonight after all.”
Chapter Three
Oh God. What was I thinking getting drunk last night? Not my smartest plan. Not that I generally have many.
I was just so nervous at the thought of seeing Jake today. And the more I talked with Simone about it, the more I needed to drink.
When she pointed out that Jake probably won’t be expecting me if rock stars aren’t informed of who is interviewing them, and then when I walk in there it will be really uncomfortable and awkward … well, I kept on drinking more and more to dull the panic.
We practically drank Mandarin’s dry. Sang Journey (Don’t Stop Believing) on karaoke like we were auditioning for a part in Glee and then rolled home at 2am.
I’ve had six hours sleep; I’m seriously hung over and am currently travelling in on the Tube, feeling like I’m going to puke any second now.
One-part hangover … two-part nerves.